love me, just love me

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"you know... i think we have the kind of sex people would pay to see."

as you say it, your legs bend slightly towards your chest, still jellylike from trembling and damp between the thighs, a pose that is playful yet still alluring. kenpachi's large hand raises, posing it onto your knees, and firmly (but not roughly, he's learned to handle you more gently), presses down, as if the idea of covering any part of your flesh from his watchful, wanting gaze is abhorrent to him.

"how so?" he asks.

even if he's just cum, you know he's still raring to go - after all, you haven't been tired out yet, and he hasn't yet lost in any matter of love and war.

he leans in further, first kissing at your collarbone, the salty sheen of sweat precious to his tongue, then pressing more kisses to your sternum, and again, he advances lower down the midline of your torso, lower still over your belly to the soft mound of your pelvis, until his lips graze at your wet clit.

you shudder, and he laughs, the rumble of which is like rolling thunder. your hands find their way into his hair, still adamant that you'd finish your thought.

"good chemistry," you add. his tongue laps at your clit and you sigh, your legs finding support over his shoulders.

"that it?"

his tongue flicks again, and you sigh. "not to mention that you're so fucking..." you trail off with another moan.

"fucking what?"

"sexy," you say, breathlessly. from your vantage point, he's satisfied, teeth bared in a wicked, playful smile.

"got any ideas?" he asks.

your thighs clench around him as he kisses and sucks idly at your arousal, mixed with his own cum from your tryst just moments ago, and you shut your eyes tight trying to think.

"roleplay? i, the-" you gasp at the sudden suction around your clit. "... a, a gladiator maybe-"

"gladiator, huh? winning your hand?"

"yes... yes!"

you're responding more to his ministrations between your legs than your thoughts, now and he works dutifully, like it's only a matter of course, distracting the thought of you, getting his face wet and dirty with the mix of your essences.

"huh... and i'm naked i suppose?"

he stops and you have a reprieve, beads of sweat breaking across your forehead.

"you're naked too in the stands aren't you?"

"is..." you take a moment to catch your breath, heart pounding in your chest, "is that important?"

"something nice to look at while i fight, obviously."

he rises until he's on his knees now, and you feel his cock, thick and warm, and heavy resting against your slightly parted thighs, an omen of what's to come.

and to cum.

"and then we fuck over the vanquished, right?"

excitement rushes through you like a jolt of electricity as his tip presses flush against your accepting entrance. he lines up, not pressing yet until you've reached for his hand, and intertwined your fingers.

yet another way you've softened him.

palms pressed together, he slides back in, slow, accommodating and still in control, and your grip tightens in need.